It was all she wanted for Christmas. I had to go.

And the Waiting Room Jitters Hit It's the day of my dermatologist appointment. I wake up feeling excited and nervous, like it's my Sweet 16 or something. I arrive at Dr. Shamban's beautiful Beverly Hills office, and the first thing I notice is a rack of wide-brimmed hats by the front door. It makes me think some patients walk out of here looking pretty "post-op" and want to shield their faces from the world. I shudder.

After I check in, the waiting room jitters start to take over, so I calm my nerves by helping myself to the complimentary dried fruit by the water cooler. I just keep thinking about those hats. I check my phone and notice an email from my mom. She's wishing me good luck at my appointment and has a couple quick questions she'd love the renowned dermatologist to answer:

"How much does a neck and eye lift cost? And what is the recovery time?"

Just a question--if the dermatologist said she had beautiful skin, why inject her with Restylane? This is what keeps me from trusting certain members of the medical industry--money, money, money! I did enjoy the mother-daughter conversation immensely.